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I took another glance at him. When he turned, I quickly averted my gaze to anything but him. I thought I should be thankful he did not see me but I guessed wrong. Someone else saw me, and she was not very giddy about it.

She stared me down like I’m no better than anyone else. I don’t know how I should really react to that so I retreated and turned my heels, determined to get to my room on time. It’ll be five minutes before the bell rings and my room is in the third floor so running sounds appealing as of the moment.

But my timing wasn’t really good, because I spilled the choco latte I was holding to someone. Immediately, I sputtered a series of I’m sorry and really sorry while wiping on the stain I caused.

“It’s okay, actually. At least it made my friend stop talking.”

My hand froze as I was processing everything.

It’s a guy. I spilled chocolate on a guy and his voice sounds oddly familiar, like I heard it so many times yet not sure who actually owns it. I don’t have much guy friends here. Actually, I don’t think I have guy friends here, that is, if you consider Baron who’s gay a guy, then sure. Out of curiosity to whom I spilled my drink, I looked up.

 I saw his smile. That very smile I always admire from afar since I don’t get lucky to get near him. Or have the courage to anyway.

“Sorry,” I croaked. “Believe me, that wasn’t intentional. I was just— I…”

What do I say? Oh gosh, I don’t want to hyperventilate right now.

“Anyway I’m sorry.” Without waiting for him to reply, I pushed myself to walk away, not looking back. I brushed past the flood of students, ignoring the voice that kept on calling me.

“Hey.”

I jumped on my seat, heartbeat racing. My deathly glare was prepared but when I looked back, my glare disappeared.

“I’m Adrian but you can call me Ade. You’re Jia, right?” he said in one breath, smile still plastered on his face. He looks kind of nervous but who am I to say that, I don’t know how he looks like when he’s nervous. He blinked several times before his smile slowly fades.

And then it me that I haven’t said anything at all; I just stared at him like he grew another pair of eyes. That must be the reason why his smile disappeared.

“Yeah, why?”

If I look nothing like a nervous-wreck, then I hide my nervousness well unlike him. He kept running his hand through his already messy sandy hair. He seems to be on edge just by standing and my neck kind of hurts since I’m sitting and he’s 6 feet tall.

The stain on his shirt caught my eyes and it hit me. Maybe he’s here because of what I did earlier at lunch. I spilled chocolate on him and left like it didn’t bother me when in fact it did until now. I wasn’t even able to concentrate on any of my class!

“If this is about earlier, I’m really sorry. That wasn’t really intentional. Uhm…” I searched for something—anything—in my vocabulary on what to say. “I’ll pay you if that’s what you want.”

“Well in fact,” he grimaced, pulling his shirt. “This is my favorite shirt.”

My eyes went wide. It’s his favorite shirt and I ruined it. Gosh, I’m really clumsy. And unlucky. And he’s really handsome up close.

“And since you insisted on paying me, how about I take to dinner tonight?” he mused, smile returning on his lips. He somehow gained some confidence which I have no idea why he needs it. He’s still nervous but not as much; just blinks a little less to earlier. “So? What do you say?”

I snapped back from my trance, remembering that I actually did not hear what he said. “What was it again?” I actually feel stupid asking that, but hey, I lose concentration fast.

He chuckled before running his hand again through his hair. And I am fighting the urge to stand up and ran my own hands through it to feel if it’s as soft as what I heard from other people.

“Dinner. Tonight?”

Oh. “You want me to buy you dinner?”

He burst into laughter which caused more of my classmate to turn their attention to us. I did not actually notice it earlier but now I do. They were listening to our conversation. Maybe trying to comprehend why Ade King is talking to me.

“No. I’ll buy you dinner.”

“How would that… you’re taking me to dinner?” I really sound stupid right now. And really confused. It’s like my brain isn’t functioning the way it’s supposed to be. Like it decided to take a break down right now so I can make a fool out of myself. Way to go brain. Way to go.

“Just say yes already.” He even pouted when he said that, dimples showing.

“Umm… Okay?”

He grinned, like he just won a lottery worth hundreds of millions. “See you tonight, then.”

 Did he just ask me out on a date?

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I was actually planning on making this as an entry to a contest but I found out it's not open for all. So anyway, I still posted it.